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Twisted Game

My twisted words
Wrap around their necks
Like barbwire

The sharp edges pierce their skin
Bleed, bleed, bleed
Their screams sweet music

Choking as my grip tightens
Whimpering under my grasp
I control every breath they take

These broken souls
Are my trophies
All stacked in rows

Their tears revive me
Their blood warms me
Their screams soothe me

I bathe in their blood
It seeps into my skin
Nourishing me

It’s fun to play with them
To trick them
To lie

I can intimate their emotions
So flawlessly
Like acting out a role

I watch them suffer
And copy their pain
So I can trick another

My smooth words flow
Caressing their ears
Like a siren I lure

Wearing an Angel mask
To disguise
A devil heart

These desperate souls
Fall head over heels
Into my game

I damage them beyond repair
Until they beg me
To choke their last breath